The Garden

Atemu was awfully comfortable in the recliner; his legs flung over one of the arms and his head angled back against the other, his arms hanging loosely off the chair at his side and over his head. Had his mother been home he would have been scolded for ruining the furniture, but thankfully she was still at the church luncheon and wouldn’t bear witness to his misbehavior. He and his brother had been sent home not long after Yuugi’s final ambush of pushing him into the pool to change clothes. Both had been sopping wet and freezing, especially when the wind blew through the church’s yard, and after some friendly bickering over whose fault it was that they were now cold and wet and the subject of their mother’s attention, Gina had sent her sons away to maintain the peace of the social event.

Once home Atemu had taken the first shower and was now patiently waiting for Yuugi to emerge from his. He’d thrown on a faded burgundy t-shirt and an old pair of jeans to relax in while his sibling took his sweat time warming himself. Yuugi took the longest showers of anyone Atemu knew. It was amazing that their water bill wasn’t higher considering that by the time he got out Yuugi had used all the hot water in the water heater. After every shower. And he showered daily.

Atemu smiled softly with the thoughts of his twin strolling through his mind. It had been a little over two weeks since he and Yuugi – well, honestly, since he decided to accept and pursue his feelings for his brother. Yuugi appeared to have little difficulty with the fact that the two of them were committing incest, homosexuality, and, eventually, lust, sodomy, and sex before marriage. It was quite the dirty list of sins.

Though he had never been as immersed in the church as his elder brother, Yuugi had believed in and followed the teachings in his own way. Atemu supposed that that was more for him and their mother and grandfather, though. Their parents’ focus in regards to the teachings of Christ and the Bible had always focused intensely on Atemu with the belief that when they were gone, he would be able to continue the guidance for Yuugi with little trouble. That conviction hadn’t changed when their father died; in an effort to keep her husband’s memory alive Gina had pushed Atemu even harder in his religious studies, leaving Yuugi further and further behind. So it didn’t surprise Atemu that his beloved brother found it relatively easy to push aside some of the teachings of sins and consequences.

He sighed wistfully. Trying to please both his mother and grandfather in regards to the church was a difficult task considering that his faith did not exactly mirror those of his family. He wasn’t like Yuugi, questioning everything in sight simply because he enjoyed the argument. Atemu preferred to internalize his inquiries and solve them himself if he was able, venturing outwards only when he required answers he didn’t have. Perhaps it wasn’t his most endearing trait, as his family often irritably informed him, but it worked for him and he saw no reason to actively pursue changing it. His mother was very much the same way even if she didn’t want to admit it and vehemently denied it whenever he confronted her.

Oh well. None of that really mattered in the long run. He loved his brother as a brother. Loved him as a friend. As a confident, an accomplice, as a role model and ward and lover and everything else in-between. The thought of spending his free time with someone else made him moody. The idea of not only kissing, but of allowing someone else to kiss him made him physically ill, made him hold a hand to his stomach as the nausea churned and his head throbbed at the implication. It was overwhelming to have so many years of repression and guilt surface and pool and flood him in such a short amount of time, all the while watching the reason for the repression and guilt laugh and smile and dance around him while giving kisses and heavy petting at every opportune moment.

He hadn’t decided if he was going to Hell yet. He had no doubt that if he did Yuugi would drive him there, laughing all the way.

“You seem happy for no reason.”

Atemu kept the smile on his face and his eyes closed, though internally his emotions shook in joy that Yuugi was finally out of his shower. He pulled both his arms into his lap and tapped his feet in the air, stretching out his leg muscles. “Mm. Must there be a reason?”

Yuugi pushed the towel around his bare shoulders into his hair and rubbed vigorously, trying to capture the lose water droplets so they wouldn’t drip all over the floor. “Aw, now I really wanna know!”

Atemu laughed. “Geeze, Yuugi, give your brother some peace! I deserve a private thought once in a while.”

“Says you,” Yuugi said, walking in front of the recliner and ceremoniously dropping his wet towel on his twin’s face. Atemu didn’t respond; no surprised yelps or twitching of limbs. “Oh come on, don’t pout,” Yuugi said as he sat in the chair by Atemu’s legs, pushing him back into the cushion to make room for himself. He pinched the edge of the towel and raised it slowly to reveal his sibling’s face. A brilliant grin was waiting for him.

“Always have to be the center of attention don’t you?” Atemu said quietly, his happiness carrying his voice and guiding it to Yuugi’s heart. He raised his arm and guided the towel to the floor, sitting a little more straight in the chair. Yuugi leaned forward over his stomach and pushed Atemu’s arms out of his way so he could support himself on his brother’s chest.

“The center of yours,” Yuugi confessed easily. His head lowered until his chin was resting on Atemu’s chest, but his blue eyes remained fixed on his handsome brother and that heart-wrenching smile that hadn’t left his face since Yuugi entered the room. He reached forward with his hand and placed his fingers over Atemu’s mouth, letting each digit fall softly against the plump lips and move over them, tracing the smile and remembering how flavorful that mouth was and how hungry he was becoming.

“That isn’t anything you need worry about, baby,” Atemu whispered against Yuugi’s fingers, welcoming the feel of them when his brother felt the responsive inside of his lips while he spoke. “You are my world. You know that.”

Yuugi chuckled. “I do, but I like to be reminded.”

“Every day?”

“Mm. Every day. Every hour, every minute.” Yuugi began to place small kisses on Atemu’s chest, keeping his fingers happily playing with his brother’s mouth. “… every second…”

Yuugi was expecting a snappy reply, a sarcastic remark about him being selfish or needy. It didn’t come, and as it continued not to come he slowed his kisses and eventually stopped when he felt his brother’s palms press against both his cheeks and raise his head. Held aloft, Yuugi had a perfect view of the glow emanating from Atemu – those auburn eyes softly serious, the smile but not the happiness falling from his lips as the elder twin leaned forward and pressed his lips against his brother’s with confident tenderness.

“I love you Yuugi,” Atemu said into the kiss so he wouldn’t have to interrupt the sensuous contact. “More than I could ever tell you.” He opened his mouth and closed it again, just barely trapping Yuugi’s lips, spurred on by the delighted sigh and appreciative hum that resulted.

“Keep trying,” Yuugi managed to say, grabbing onto Atemu’s forearms, holding his brother’s hands to his face and pushing into the kiss with the love that was slowly boiling inside of his soul and in his blood.

It was always his brother’s simple kisses that made Yuugi want to cry. They took such little effort on their parts, a simple separation of lips and a soft pressure applied from both participants that almost tickled but certainly delighted. The heat from within their bodies was most evident during these kisses as lips were rapidly warmed with each contact that was made, each lingering moment that spoke not of hesitation but of intense purpose to convey that one emotion that no verbal effort could ever adequately explain.

Yuugi sighed through his nose, his skin tingling when Atemu’s hands pulled away from his cheeks to allow his fingers to curl down the length of his jaw. This adoration he received – how could anyone question his addiction to it? It made his thoughts race in happy tandem with his increased heart rate, each one in direct relation to the ridiculously sexy man that caressed and kissed him with both his hands and his mouth. Yuugi’s muscles relaxed fully against the firm body beneath him, his lips parting due to his lack of attention to them, so engulfed was he in the love radiating from his brother. Atemu matched his movements, angling his head to the side enough so he would miss Yuugi’s nose when he pushed his tongue forward and languidly licked his twin’s top lip.

There was a pang low in his stomach, capturing Atemu’s immediate focus. The pang repeated and this time he felt it in his chest as well. His mouth began to open to form a small ‘ah’ sound, his lungs pulling in the air necessary for the task, but he was able to pull himself together enough to control the reaction and instead open his eyes. They didn’t open far, but it was enough for him to see Yuugi struggling with his own words, his sibling’s fingers clenching in random patterns at his shirt.

Though they had fooled around quite a bit, technical sex was not something they had yet ventured to perform. It wasn’t because of a lack of desire, though Atemu had been understandably nervous about taking that next step despite his brother’s eagerness to rush into what he called “The fun part.” The truth of the matter was that the moment had never presented itself. The right combination of emotional and physical desire, along with a household devoid of both mom and grandpa for more than thirty minutes had yet to occur. But right now… those things didn’t seem to be such big issues…

Yuugi opened his eyes, breaking himself way from his indulgence and stared heatedly at his brother. His handsome, sexy brother; with those hooded, beautifully expressive eyes of his, his parted lips so damnably close and kissable, and a barely visible flush on his cheeks. He could feel the shallow breaths beneath his hands. He could see the calculating focus in his eyes. Yuugi could not feel anything else further down by his brother’s groin, but he had the distinct knowledge that that wasn’t going to be a problem for much longer.

“Jichan?” Yuugi asked, swallowing around his suddenly very wet mouth.

“Movie,” Atemu replied curtly. His hands slowly fell from Yuugi’s face, though his eyes remained fixed on his twin’s swirling blue eyes.

“And the social…”

“Three.”

“Ah.” Yuugi hummed. It was one o’clock now. Three o’clock seemed like a very reasonable hour for a church function to end. His hand slipped on Atemu’s chest, accidentally brushing over his brother’s nipple on its way down his side. Yuugi’s heart skipped a beat when his brother didn’t respond to the touch despite the obvious stimulation the action should have caused. Oh wow, Yuugi thought. That serious, focused side of his brother that only appeared during intimacy was surfacing quickly. He wanted to consume it and he wanted to consume it now.

Yuugi opened his mouth to say something – he didn’t know what, he wasn’t thinking clearly – but immediately halted when Atemu’s eyes sharpened and creased at the corners. It wasn’t a warning, just an involuntary reaction to watching the tongue that floated behind his brother’s lips that Atemu knew from personal experience was softer than any cashmere sweater.

Without saying a word, Atemu placed his hands on Yuugi’s shoulders and pushed gently, indicating his desire to sit up more fully. He hesitated once his back was straight, his face now over Yuugi’s shoulder with the movement, their cheeks having brushed together and the skin on skin contact setting fire to every nerve ending in his body. He tilted his head to the side just enough so his nose would bump against Yuugi right below his ear. Inhaling slowly Atemu felt the world melt away as the warm scent of fresh water and the honeysuckle of Yuugi’s preferred bath soap penetrated his senses.

So this was what lust felt like. Not an all-consuming madness that was vile and violent as he’d been taught, but mind-numbingly clear and concise, directing his actions in slow motions that allowed him to savor every moment and intently anticipate the next touch, the next fragrance, the next taste, the next experience. Heat pooled between his legs, and his penis began to dully itch in an effort to gain tactile attention. It wasn’t beginning to swell yet, but that was only because the haze of an impending sexual encounter wasn’t allowing Atemu to fully comprehend what his body was experiencing.

A short, harsh and excited breath released itself unbidden from Yuugi’s mouth. He could feel the dominance his brother exuded even though the man had yet to do anything. It wasn’t forceful or oppressive, quite the contrary – it aroused Yuugi to no end when his lustful mind comprehended that he was finally going to be able to see his gorgeous brother in full action. All the kissing, all the fondling and the blowjobs and hand-jobs, the teasing and learning, it was all for this moment, it was all to allow his brother to feel comfortable and confident enough to reveal himself completely to Yuugi. The younger twin swallowed in anticipation, his mouth watering beyond his control.

Atemu placed his palm at the base of Yuugi’s neck and pulled it downward, the heat collecting between his hand and his twin bringing pleasure to both the further south he traveled. When he reached the rim of his brother’s pants Atemu pushed, guiding Yuugi to stand away from the chair. This allowed Atemu the room to swing his legs off of the chair’s arm and stand himself. He made sure the motion brought him nose-to-nose with his flushed and jittery sibling, though Atemu was having great difficulty noticing anything other than Yuugi’s mouth at the moment. Through shear force of will he raised his eyes and met his brother’s, holding the gaze as he began to back away in the direction of their bedrooms.

Yuugi immediately understood the question in Atemu’s gaze and answered it verbally, following the other man down the hallway, never letting him get further than an arm’s distance from him. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

He meant it too. With every fiber of his being, he meant it. That devotion almost scared him with its ferocity. That feeling was supposed to be reserved for God only, the blind faith and trust in everything that He said and did. Well, supposed was a fairly strong word, and Yuugi made it a rule to never do anything he was ‘supposed’ to do the first time around. Besides, watching the look on his alluring brother’s features as he stepped back into his own room, standing aside so Yuugi could enter and closing the door deliberately – and that click of the lock, the result of a minimal movement of the fingers…

Atemu, who had remained contemplatively quiet, subconsciously enjoying his sibling’s efforts to restrain the smirk on his lips, moved forward until he was standing in front of Yuugi. Taking both his hands in his while lightly playing his fingers along his brother’s sensitive skin Atemu stood, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, and let his eyes drop unfocused as he remained still. A little swaying from side to side, the result of his constant playing and guiding of Yuugi’s hands through the air, was the only outward movement he expressed.

Yuugi was growing impatient. He didn’t mind moving slowly. In fact he enjoyed the toying of anticipation. But right now it felt as though things had come to a standstill and his brother was being infuriatingly quiet. Again.

“Shh,” Atemu hushed when he felt Yuugi tense to speak and saw his mouth open. “Your brother’s having a moment here. Let’s let him have it shall we?”

Yuugi frowned. His brother’s little ‘moments’ were the bane of his existence. “Why now?” he whined.

Atemu didn’t answer, not that Yuugi expected one. Atemu never responded to his whining. His mother did, but Atemu? Never. It was annoying.

“All done!” Atemu grinned suddenly. He nuzzled his brother’s face before tilting his head and kissing him chastely. Repeating the motion several times, kiss after chaste kiss in increasingly rapid succession, making his brother laugh when his lips were free was Atemu’s goal and successful achievement. The mood instantly lightened, though it was still intense, serious, and oppressive in that erotically sensual way that fogged the air and shimmied around the senses immediately before sex. Both men were laughing to themselves by the time the kisses progressed to less innocent, not quite so rushed touches that began to linger and tease and encourage.

The good humor began to dissipate as the blood started to churn and the skin heightened in sensitivity. Hands clenched around each other before releasing and grasping at shirt and bare chest, kneading through material and at skin to reach the muscles beneath, eliciting almost-sighs and muffled grunts as arousal not only licked at, but chewed ravenously on their nerves. The first miss cue of a kiss, resulting in open mouths pressed together so that it was the inside of lips that were being kissed and saliva, not skin, that was being tasted, made both men pause at the unexpected sensation only to further open their mouths and extend their tongues into swimmingly delicious territory.

Atemu took the lead in the kiss and guided his tongue along Yuugi’s teeth, feeling the outline of each one as he made his way around the top of his brother’s mouth. Yuugi encouraged the act by rubbing his tongue along the underside of the one in his mouth, increasing the pressure when he wanted to guide the muscle in a particularly pleasing direction. Atemu obliged for the most part, not allowing himself to be deterred when he had a distinct destination in mind. He changed from licking the front of his brother’s teeth to the back of his teeth, the tip of his tongue tickling along the gum line and causing Yuugi’s tongue to instantly meet his to calm the sensation. From here Atemu unfolded his tongue and allowed it to take on a serpentine quality as it wrapped itself around its host.

While their mouths were busy lapping at and kissing each other Yuugi took the opportunity to let his hands wander along his brother’s hips and thighs, occasionally circling the extremities so his fingers would come in contact with Atemu’s backside. His twin half-heartedly attempted to sidestep the touches, not exactly enjoying the sensations they caused through his pants, to which Yuugi would remove his hands and start trailing them up along the inseam to subdue his brother’s reactions.

Atemu now firmly believed that his brother was a little devil in the making, his eagerness for physical and sexual contact something he never would have imagined his sibling to possess. He pushed his hips forward into Yuugi’s hand when it came into contact with his burgeoning erection, the pleasure that sparked from the movement causing him to suck hard on his brother’s open mouth. Yuugi’s fingers clenched reflexively, adding a momentary mix of pain to the satisfying pressure that relieved the itch and added to the burn at the tip of Atemu’s penis. Pulling back from his brother’s salivating mouth Atemu forced a breath into his lungs and eyed his twin.

“What is it?” Yuugi asked brokenly as he tried to swallow around his arousal. His hand had yet to remove itself from Atemu’s crotch and, as he continued to knead in soft but purposeful circles, it had no intention of doing so soon.

Atemu shook his head a few times, eyes clenching shut to try and shut out just how damn good it felt to have his dick massaged when it was this eager to be touched. He licked his lips. “I just – ah… mnn that’s –” He interrupted himself to reach down and force that hand to move somewhere other than between his legs. “Let’s be smart about this okay?”

“About what?” Yuugi asked, trading his hand around his brother’s penis for his lips on the juncture between jaw and neck.

“This,” Atemu hissed, releasing his twin’s hand and pushing his own beneath the rim of Yuugi’s pants, grabbing the material and yanking it towards him. “First times can be hell. And we don’t want to get caught.”

Puzzled at first, his mind in no state to think about anything other than how hot he was and how much more his brother should have been touching him, it took several full seconds for Yuugi to understand. “Oh,” he breathed. “Oh.” He chewed on his lip thoughtfully, face still pressed against Atemu’s neck. “Do you have some?”

Atemu nodded, his grip never loosening on Yuugi’s pants, but his free hand was liberally walking along his brother’s bare and sensitive ribs. They needed to be beyond careful about this and leave absolutely no trace of their activities for their family to discover. “Though I don’t think I have any-”

“I do.”

Atemu’s brows furrowed and he pulled back from his sibling to give him an incredulous stare. After a moment of silence he said, “Why am I not surprised?”

Yuugi grinned impishly, taking hold of the hands on his body and pulling them away so he could turn and leave his brother’s bedroom. While he was gone rummaging around in his bedside table Atemu collected his half of the deal and waited impatiently for Yuugi to return, reaching down and preparing to take off his shirt.

“Don’t!” Yuugi all but shouted, slamming the door behind him in his haste to stop his brother. When Atemu scowled at him he explained, “I like the feel of that shirt.”

Atemu was unconvinced. “You’d rather feel the shirt than me?” Once the words were spoken he scowled at them, as though it would change their sound of inherent insecurity.

“It’s not that not at all,” Yuugi said quickly, his hand clenching around the plastic tube it held. His penis flexed in anticipation at the sight of his brother standing there, impatient, frustrated, flushed and aroused, holding two unopened condoms in one hand. They were about to have sex and all Atemu could focus on was whether he was wearing his shirt or not?!

Atemu studied the distracted look on Yuugi’s face and relaxed, chuckling at the protrusion in his brother’s pants. “Aa, whatever you want Yuugi, whatever you want. I’ll have my time.”

Yuugi unconsciously beamed. His was too busy thinking how beautiful Atemu looked with his bangs falling into his eyes to notice much else of what was happening.

“So how do you want this?” Atemu asked, removing the condoms from their wrappers. “Lying down?” His face took on a twisted grin. “Doggy-style? On top?”

Yuugi woke from his reverie and marched across the room to his brother, hooking the hand holding the lubricant around Atemu’s neck and pushing himself flush against him. He purposefully rubbed their erections together, causing both men to hiss at the muscle-tensing jolt of desire.

“From behind,” Yuugi said, voice deathly quiet and serious. “Standing up,” he clarified, “you behind.”

Atemu had no argument.

Not so gently shoving his brother backwards Atemu proceeded to lose his pants, Yuugi following suit. Deftly applying the too-tight condom to his red and mostly swollen penis he motioned for Yuugi to do the same and turn around after handing him the tube of personal lubricant. As he applied the substance to himself, wincing at the coldness, he reached out and pulled Yuugi to him.

“Don’t hold out too high hopes for this,” Atemu muttered into Yuugi’s ear. It was a weird feeling to have only his shirt and a condom on, all other areas of his body instantly feeling ten degrees cooler than his most sensitive areas. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

“And I do?” Yuugi asked, arching his back into Atemu’s chest and arms, interrupting his brother’s attempts to lubricate himself. “Come on Atemu, give me a little credit here.” He started rocking, mimicking the movements that were to shortly come, a silly grin pulling at his lips. “Reading about it can only tell you so much.”

Atemu rolled his eyes, groaning. “Don’t ever say anything like that around mom and grandpa, I beg of you. I’d never hear the end of it.”

Yuugi laughed.

Unable to withstand his twin’s constant rocking against him and the sound of his happiness floating in the air Atemu placed his hands on Yuugi’s hips and stopped his movement. “I think this is going to hurt you… at first,” he said quietly. “Brace your self, okay? And you stop me if you need to, but do it quickly, alright?” He squeezed his hands to emphasis his points.

Yuugi closed his eyes and nodded, spreading his legs farther apart, but not so much that he’d lose his balance. He’d fantasized about this ever since the night of his brother’s migraine. The fact that it was actually happening, in the position that most tantalized him, was almost too much as the blood left his head and went straight to his penis, engorging the organ and leaving him lightheaded.

“Heh,” he laughed, a short and breathy sound. “Let’s get to it!”

“‘Let’s get to it’,” Atemu muttered, embarrassed by his brother’s choice of words. Oh well, Yuugi was Yuugi, after all.

Trailing his hands from Yuugi’s waist and down over the curve of his butt Atemu gently pulled the muscles apart and angled his hips toward the revealed opening. Placing one hand on his erect penis he guided himself until his tip was pressed against Yuugi’s anus. Without hesitation he pushed forward, gritting his teeth as the unyielding muscles fought to push out the intrusion. He ignored the sharp intact of breath and the glottal sounds of Yuugi’s voice trying to burst from his throat, confident that Yuugi would stop him if it was too much to handle. Instead he focused on forcing his erection into his sibling’s rebellious body, trying to ignore the tectonic pressure that suddenly surrounded and massaged him, and the furnace that burned his tip, and the smooth friction of the condom against his frenulum. He wasn’t going to immediately climax from these sensations, but it brought him unbearably close to the edge and he had to fight to keep moving rather than stop and enjoy the pleasure.

“Wait a sec,” Yuugi suddenly said. He swallowed when his brother complied, though he could feel the tension in the arms that were now clenching around his chest and on his hips directly above his erection that it was an extremely difficult request for Atemu to grant. While he’d been able to relax for the most part and ignore the immediate feelings of discomfort he’d reached a point where the feelings had turned into stabbing pain and needed a moment to relax. Yuugi forced deep breathes into his lungs, and with the passing moments felt his clenched muscles ease in their spasmic attempts to shove his brother’s penis out of his anus. “Okay, go on.”

Atemu felt the difference in his sibling and took the opportunity to encase himself completely before Yuugi’s body decided once again that it didn’t want him inside. Both men remained still, harsh pants leaving their mouths as they adjusted to the new, foreign, yet strangely pleasurable feelings. Atemu released his vice-like grip on Yuugi, splaying his fingers over his brother’s stomach and tapping them all lightly while his other hand hooked beneath Yuugi’s arm on his chest. It felt so good, and nice, and good to be this far pressed not only against, but in his lovely brother. His inner thighs were shaking, he could distinctly feel his pulse in his penis, and in his happiness he leaned forward and upward, inadvertently adding further pressure inside Yuugi and lifting his sibling onto his toes.

The movement caught Yuugi by surprised and, after he realized what had happened, he came to learn that he loved surprises. Dropping one arm to lay on top of the one that was on his stomach Yuugi threw his other up and over his head, grapping hold firmly onto Atemu’s hair and tilting his head all the way back, exposing fully his throat. This was the strangest pleasurable feeling he had ever experienced. He was so full… stretched so much and so full… it didn’t feel as good as he had expected it to, but it was certainly good enough for him to want Atemu to continue. His own penis seemed to enjoy the activities – it had doubled in size since Atemu’s initial penetration and was now a red, bruised-looking, weeping extension of sensitivity. The feel of his brother’s legs and penis combined with the thick, cottony fabric of his shirt was pure bliss along Yuugi’s back.

Movement was the last thing on Atemu’s mind and the first thing his body instructed him to do. Pulling out dragged his penis along Yuugi’s inner walls and made him keen. Pushing back in was a bit easier than the first time, and after an additional three sessions of pulling out and pushing in Atemu began to notice that he was able to get more and more of his erection inside his brother. And the more that was inserted, the more stimulated he was, and the more aroused he could sense his brother become.

Yuugi’s hand was pulling hard at his twin’s hair as he panted each time Atemu pulled out of him. It wasn’t complete extraction, but the inexperienced virgin in Yuugi’s head feared each time that he would lose the incredible sensation of his brother’s maleness, and the relief he felt when Atemu would grunt lightly as he shifted his hips forward made him sigh in contentment. And when he pushed back…! The gasp of surprise and the small quickening of pace was enough to convince him that sex was everything he thought it would be.

It wasn’t until he could feel his penis bouncy slightly that Yuugi realized just how much he and his twin were moving against each other, and how rapid those actions had become. Long ago he had his other hand up and into his brother’s bouncing hair, pulling on the strands and rubbing them between his fingers to delight in the softness and distract himself enough so he could simply enjoy the pleasure wracking through his body. He sighed deeply when Atemu’s hands began to move, up and down, across and back over his chest and stomach. He made the delightful mistake of humming when one of Atemu’s hands brushed over his nipple, and for the next five minutes he found both sensitive nubs, now erect and eager to be touched, meaningfully rubbed and circled and pressed against.

Feeling the sweat trickle down the middle of his back broke Atemu from his haze of massaging Yuugi’s nipples. As fun as that had been he could feel his climax coming, coming at a fast pace he didn’t have the experience to control. Not yet completely satisfied he once again wrapped an arm low around Yuugi’s waist, increasing the power of his brother’s thrusts against him. This helped, and Yuugi moaned appreciatively, but it still wasn’t enough. With his free hand, he reached down and took a firm hold of the inside of Yuugi’s leg and, just after pulling himself out of his twin, lifted the limb off the ground up and back against his hip before thrusting in again.

The resulting cry startled them both, Yuugi’s head snapping forward and Atemu’s mouth dropping open. So he did it again. And Yuugi cried out again. And both of them grinned.

“A-about time y-you found it,” Yuugi managed to say, the smile on his face making it that much harder to speak around his blood-infused arousal.

Atemu chuckled uncontrollably, having to eventually bite down on Yuugi’s shoulder to stop the fit of giggles. “Impatient little baby,” he said.

Now that the right angle had been found, the correct rhythm established, the breaths became harsher and more erratic as the thrusting became just a little wild and the erections longer and stiffer. It was too much for Yuugi. His fantasy played out, he felt his penis jerk, his testicles flutter in tightness as they pulled up into his body, and his legs turn to water as with a final thrust his orgasm came. It was a surprising mix of white-hot numbness and the uncontrollable spasms of his muscles, his mouth held open for him with the intense pleasure. Atemu kept pumping into him throughout his orgasm, prolonging what would have been a short experience had Yuugi been pleasuring himself. His second orgasm not brought about by his on stimulation. He had every reason to thank God in his prayers.

“You’ve gotta feel this my love,” Yuugi said once he caught his breath. Now that his sense were back with him he continued moving back into his brother’s thrust, focused on helping Atemu reach his own orgasm. It took some effort, not only because his body felt as though he’d lost all his bones, but also because of the hot semen that now encircled his rapidly deflating penis thanks to the condom he wore. It felt wet, and fluid, and wasn’t exactly pleasant. He so much preferred being allowed to ejaculate without the confines.

Atemu lost control of his movements when his body decided it had allowed him to play long enough and took over the rhythm and pace of his thrusting. He never knew his hips could move that fast, the thrusts deep yet shallow at the same time, maximizing the stimulation of his foreskin to the point that it was nearly continuous. Following the same tightening that his twin had experienced Atemu finally orgasmed with a strained sigh, a painful experience because of the intensity of it, immediately followed by a great sense of pleasure, relaxation, and peace. He could hear his heart racing in his ears, and he held his brother close to his chest as he slid down the slope of his high. Oh yes. He was most certainly satiated, satisfied, and everything in between.

Yuugi yelped when, having been held so sweetly by his brother, he felt Atemu suddenly pull out of him and push him back onto the bed. He barely had time to comprehend that Atemu had removed the condom from his penis when he felt that familiar pair of lips and tongue engulf him. Struggling to get up on his elbows he looked down the length of his body. His ass was on the edge of the bed, his knees bent with both feet touching the floor, and Atemu kneeling before him with his dick in his mouth, eyes closed as he happily licked and sucked and bobbed his head.

Eyes rolling back in his head Yuugi grinned, needing little encouragement from Atemu’s hands to bend his legs back towards the bed, placing his feet on the mattress and spreading his knees to give his twin all the access he wanted. His erection immediately reformed with Atemu’s ministrations and it reminded Yuugi that although the penetration had been phenomenal, nothing was ever going to surpass the heaven of his brother’s energetic acts of fellatio. He lost it when he felt fingers play with his testes and he bucked into the cushiony mouth around him, releasing his orgasm with an “Oh yes” freely and unashamedly. Feeling his brother swallow around his once again lax penis made him grin so hard his cheeks hurt.

“What was that for?” Yuugi asked.

Atemu let Yuugi’s penis slip from his mouth and crawled over him between the space provided by his twin’s still parted legs. “Because.”

“Because nothing,” Yuugi said, leaning up and kissing Atemu’s bottom lip. “You just don’t want to tell me why.”

Atemu shrugged, beaming at yet another question from his brother successfully not answered, and pushed Yuugi down into the mattress as he kissed him openly, flopping his tongue around inside his sibling’s mouth and delighting in the laughter he elicited. He poked at Yuugi’s sides a few times before breaking the kiss. “You always seem to think I need a reason,” he said.

“That’s because there always is a reason with you,” Yuugi countered, reaching up and pulling on Atemu’s hair again, earning himself a slightly irritated expression.

“Lesson five.”

Yuugi raised an eyebrow curiously. “Lesson five?”

“Mm-hmm,” Atemu said, nodding his head dramatically. He leaned down and pressed his nose against Yuugi’s, staring him in the eye. Though he was trying to be serious, the exposure of his teeth from behind his smile completely undermined his attempt. “There doesn’t always need to be a reason.”

“For sex?” Yuugi asked cheekily.

“For anything.” Atemu kissed his brother innocently and bounced off the bed. “Sometimes it’s fun to just act!”

It was a good thing Atemu picked up his pair of pants and tossed them onto his brother’s face, or else Yuugi might have hyperventilated from his laughter.

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to be continued...